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Topic: AMG 2013 pics and tales... (Read 10733 times)

Well...I've got some pics to post but not sure if this site will allow me yet to do more than one per post (looking at the calendar and rolling my eyes).Still need to figure out how to use my new camera anyway which leads me into this tale of adventure...Eight of us decided to go to the fundraiser at Jackhammer for a local ASO (I think). The cab (a van) pulled up to our hotel and we all piled in even though he said it was a 6 person limit. (this was after an afternoon of...well, another tale...) A few of us ended up on the floor feeling like hostages on a trip to the North Shore. One good bump and my camera screen cracked in my back pocket. (dumb, I know) I think he was getting us there in speedy fashion for a reason. We all got a bite to eat at the diner across the street prior to entering into the "complex" of... well, let's just say it was quite the combination of clever marketing. The ride back (2 separate cabs) was even speedier for good reason. LOL. (not needed but I DID get a kick out of the sign in the cab stating the $50.00 vomit cleanup charge.)Anyone care to elaborate? Maybe not.

I had the impression that ANY ATTIRE was improper attire in "The Hole." Not wishing to be a tattle tale, but these complications were enhanced by copious rounds of cinnamon schnapps. Talk about a combustible mix (and not to forget the flaming napkins.....)

I might be confused (imagine that), but weren't the hole and flaming napkins 2 different evenings?

If I remember correctly, hole night was when I was fortunate enough to get lost and ended up at a straight bar.

If anyone has pics, I'm giving my consent to post them. Not sure if we ever accomplished a group pic. My straight ladies have already emailed me and indicated they would follow up with pics. I still can't believe they want to show up wherever we go next year.

We all had a blast with them. Also being shy, I can't believe how I just ingratiated myself into their group.

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When you guys came from the EL down to the corner Belmont and Halsted , I lived on the top floor of one of those building for 10 years or more .

Market days was ok and I'm glad we got to attend, but it was way too crowded. Perhaps we attended at the worst time possible, but it was impossible to try and shop. The views were awesome though. Especially the toga party dancers on the balcony above us. I ended up with a sore neck standing directly under them, straining for a better view.

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Market days was ok and I'm glad we got to attend, but it was way too crowded. Perhaps we attended at the worst time possible, but it was impossible to try and shop. The views were awesome though. Especially the toga party dancers on the balcony above us. I ended up with a sore neck standing directly under them, straining for a better view.

To be honest , market days was a lot of work for me because I worked in a bar in the middle of it . They money was good but it was nonstop noise and long hours for me . If not for the cash infusion I would have been over it .

Henry, Fisher, Greg, and Carl during the impromptu party with the ladies....

Ah, yes... and in the photo you can see the evidence of the Jello shots the ladies were so kind to share with us.

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...Love the photo's Mitch, thanks for sharing, everyone looked like they had a great time. That last photo of Kenny looked like he was ready to go home, too many late nights maybe...

ArohaJan

It was almost like Kenny had too many Lemondrops!! You remember THAT feeling, now don't you Jan??

All those photos on the terrace seem very tame -- for what was a wild afternoon. You can see the ladies behind Fisher hootin' and hollerin'. As the ONLY sober one there -- it was an afternoon to experience. Actually a fun time was had by all........ even me.

...Love the photo's Mitch, thanks for sharing, everyone looked like they had a great time. That last photo of Kenny looked like he was ready to go home, too many late nights maybe...

ArohaJan

You're welcome Jan. It was too much fun. I think I'll be ok by next week sometime. Wish you and others were there.A few more pics from me but there really wasn't much paparazzi going on. (unless Mark will share a few! .)

I might be confused (imagine that), but weren't the hole and flaming napkins 2 different evenings?

If I remember correctly, hole night was when I was fortunate enough to get lost and ended up at a straight bar.

If anyone has pics, I'm giving my consent to post them. Not sure if we ever accomplished a group pic. My straight ladies have already emailed me and indicated they would follow up with pics. I still can't believe they want to show up wherever we go next year.

We all had a blast with them. Also being shy, I can't believe how I just ingratiated myself into their group.

On My! That "Fisher Moon" may once again rise in the sky! I seem to recall that it was full that evening. . .

Now, first, the flaming napkins was Friday, I think. That was the night the power top bartender did a number of tricks (I will say no more) and the wheels of familiarity were greased with Goldschlauger. Or, that's was what I think it was.

The 7 or 8 hour meet-and-greet was tremendously fun. I, of course, was shy and demure - well, sort of. I didn't know the boy was just 21.

Oh, and those ladies who were hooting are also the ladies who kept supplying us with jello shots. Amazing how they mix with scotch on the rocks.

The night we went to Boys Town was a hoot. The food at the diner was fun. By the way, the attire in "the Hole" was less is more.

Of course, mum is the word on Geronimo and the encounter in the men's room.

Our dear Wolfie and I had an adventure while attempting to find our way home one night. The Russian we met on the street was interesting.

I saw President Obama's house, but couldn't stop because the secret service were giving us a jaundiced eye.

We ate fabulous food, had an incredible time and I had the pleasure of renewing old friendships and making some wonderful new ones.

Now, first, the flaming napkins was Friday, I think. That was the night the power top bartender did a number of tricks (I will say no more) and the wheels of familiarity were greased with Goldschlauger. Or, that's was what I think it was.

The 7 or 8 hour meet-and-greet was tremendously fun. I, of course, was shy and demure - well, sort of. I didn't know the boy was just 21.

Oh, and those ladies who were hooting are also the ladies who kept supplying us with jello shots. Amazing how they mix with scotch on the rocks.

The night we went to Boys Town was a hoot. The food at the diner was fun. By the way, the attire in "the Hole" was less is more.

Of course, mum is the word on Geronimo and the encounter in the men's room.

Our dear Wolfie and I had an adventure while attempting to find our way home one night. The Russian we met on the street was interesting.

I saw President Obama's house, but couldn't stop because the secret service were giving us a jaundiced eye.

We ate fabulous food, had an incredible time and I had the pleasure of renewing old friendships and making some wonderful new ones.

Oh, a party without Keniesha, Mitch and Fisher would be unthinkable.

I am somewhat fatigued at this point, but I will post more later.

HUGS,

Mark

(Edited because I think I was more tired than I thought.)

I promised, as I thought we all did, Oh well, there's no pics so it didn't happen. I was ok til I met the loves of my life, Rob, Mike and what's his name?

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